Forsooth so it's true, that some foul demon king had laid waste the lands and subjugated those royals
And another no less true, that I've been forewarned about the search for the one who could defeat that thing
But how oh how could I imagine the means to obtain, that one awesome weapon that bears my great skills
Without much brave souls to cower and run, before my meagre yet gargantuan sight?
For this be the Grand Under King of Gormbrakh the Third, forger/keeper of the Lights Unforeseen
The grand lance of steel and much more white magick, crafted by many moonbeams and even more eclipses
Made from the star that travels in tails, of pieces they glowed, placed on five altars on some sacred Solstice
Of this much that I've laboured, yet no thanks and what's more, they deemed me a menace, no respects still as yet!
And thus have I waited, through peace and accords, and madness and betrayal, such games not so good
Where these humans and these fey folks, through their dancing and prancing and still some more stabbing
I did sigh for more and much boredom for the time when this dark beats all midnight, and buried all hopes
In my humble low kingdom, of deep underground, where dwarves and stink trolls still dig up in greed
And fires and heat they'd be dancing around me, aflame still my throne as I gleam on my treasures
Kish-Maena his name did once tried a parley, an accord for all the treasures so dark, but then I said no
His anger and madness, no sense as to me, for none may did know, that I know of his past, and he of mine
Of creatures of Balance, this Universe at large, for one drop of light, another be darkness, such is the Law
And thus we could not disrupt that great Seal, and so I shall wait, for this hero to come!
The One who will come, to redress injustice, undo that's of darkness, and save the lands for future messes
When even the Monarchs might do little to save but their world, I shall put my faith and hope, for a championship blessing
To whoever be so worthy as to find my being here, and read all my rules, and play but my quests (may God they succeed)
And so I did say, whatever needs saying, so be off now with you, sad bards in heralds, lest you'd become, my snack of the day?
Heheheh...
SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2013
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